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12.0k · Mar 2016
Colosseum
LatteQueen Mar 2016
I'm tired of this death match
fighting for my place
amongst the scattered remains
of a
thousand
broken hearts

This is not Sparta
I am no gladiator
and            you            
are
no
prize
828 · Sep 2016
Magician
LatteQueen Sep 2016
And here I am
again
Expecting miracles from a miracle worker that only works miracles for himself
Hoping that if I became a part of him
I could be the rabbit in his hat
While he turned tricks
But babygirl
That’s how you catch a lot more than magical mammals
687 · Mar 2016
Cheap Thrills
LatteQueen Mar 2016
its a cheap habit
when you get your pills
for free
trading highs for inhibitions
a soul for the beat
losing my mind to
counts
of
three
619 · Mar 2016
Telephone Calls
LatteQueen Mar 2016
and she talks to her friends once a month
if that
if she has them
if she can find the words
428 · Sep 2016
Picture Frame
LatteQueen Sep 2016
They're a close knit family
Held together by hinges on picture frames
Their smiling faces
stitched together in a quilt
Fabricated with the fabric of fallacies
cling to each other by  threads of lies

  as living ghosts frozen in time
caged in glass
Haunt them from  along the walls
keep watch at bedside tables
taunt them from cubicle cages
and smile when they're no longer able.

But the pictures are old and faded
And the hinges rusted through
And the shrines built to their proverbial perfection
lay waste
400 · Mar 2016
Celest
LatteQueen Mar 2016
why must we all be
angels               or
devils

sometimes both

lets be humans
and laugh
at
our futility
390 · Mar 2016
Safe Travels
LatteQueen Mar 2016
Temporary beauty
guzzling the life she almost had
hope in the rearview
334 · Mar 2016
Lifted Patterns
LatteQueen Mar 2016
so
NOW
you're high~all~the time
andyoudontquiteremember
correctly
if
this
is
what
you
wanted
281 · Mar 2016
dIsaSter zONe
LatteQueen Mar 2016
I find myself attracted to
disaster
my subconscious trick
of
self love
260 · Sep 2016
Dust Bowl
LatteQueen Sep 2016
I can't help but think one morning while stretching out your bones
And shaking out your manifest destiny you found yourself in need of
A new conquest
A new forest to devastate
A new temple to desecrate
Instead you found  scattered ruins and charred remains
you got swept away with the dust you kicked up
Until it settled
And you brushed yourself off
And carried on your way
Nothing lost
Nothing gained
#Love #lost

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